I cannot move,
I am so exhausted.
My body has no energy--
I cannot think.
My eyes and mind yearn--
cry out, even--
for rest.
This monster is a vampire.
I am no longer motivated and exhausted constantly--
their fangs have sucked me dry.
When I sleep, the vampire no longer allows me to feel rested,
but instead I am the ugly tired--
the tired that never fades, the tired where I can barely function--
the ugly tired that not even the strongest coffee can cure.
Everything is so annoying--
oh god how I wish for some quiet.
But, should I obtain this quiet, it is never complete,
for my mind is always so loud--
I cannot escape from my mind.
There is always something--
constant chatter from the panic bugs,
suffocating numbness of the snake,
overwhelming urges to slash my wrists (that goddamn puppeteer),
such fatigue I cannot believe it is even real.
I am never alone,
never at peace;
there is always chatter.
Leave me alone!
I plead for the vampire to leave.
(I'm so tired of these games)
I just want to rest...
But rest I will never have
for the vampire is always lurking in my shadow,
ready to pierce my neck and drain me of all life--
I am now a zombie.
Yes, they have won.
I cannot think
because all I can do is lay in my bed
and wish for dreamless sleep.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
